First Dawn ♞ Action

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[Riku hasn't been up to much over the past few weeks. Coming into the Garden so late in the quarter, he wasn't sure what classes to take or specialization to enroll into with finals looming so close. He's gone to visit different classes to get a feel for how things operated here, but nothing was concrete just yet.

Not to mention the lack of his usual powers made him wary about things. It was strange not to be able to have the Keyblade in hand.

So today, after scoping out more classes and getting used to the layout of the Garden, Riku's decided to relax in a nice shady spot in the Quad focusing on controlling his new power. He's in control of his ice a lot more than he was at first, now just freezing things when he wants to. He's practicing using his ice to tiny little ice model and scupltures. There's a few half-melted hearts around his feet, one paopu fruit, and currently he's got a half formed model of his Way to the Dawn in his hands.

It's good practice for control for him. Come and admire some of his handiwork?]

{ 001 | Action }

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Choice A - Fisherman's Horizon
[For someone who isn't exactly used to setting foot in a town and having people actually stroll by - sometimes waving or offering a smile, other times a crotchety old glare and a mutter about "kids these days" - this place is rather unsettling for a kid who'd almost, bitter as it was, gotten accustomed to pretty much the whole of humanity running screaming in terror. Whether it be away or toward, with crudely brandished makeshift weapons.

Hope clasps a hand over his tummy, exhaling slowly before continuing his trek toward the Inn as he'd been directed. Now that it's finally sinking in that this is a safe place, at least in comparison to what he's endured over the past few days, most of the unconscious fight-or-flight reactions are kept at bay.

And thus he's busy craning his neck this way and that, trying to take everything in. One thing that catches his eye in particular is the huge circular panel and everything that surrounds it. So much, in fact, that he's too busy twisting his head around to try and get a better look at it as he walks. Most likely bumping into other fellow students on their stay here or the town's citizens as he does so.

He can be caught on his way to the inn or heading toward the Garden a bit later, changed into his student uniform and looking every bit confused and bewildered as before.]


Choice B - Balamb Garden
[The next term won't be starting for a little while, Hope was told, so he's entirely free until then. After making it to the F.H. Inn, he'd spent some time sitting on his bed staring at the class roster—only to discover some very familiar names, one more bemusing than the others.

Therefore! First order of business? Finding the others. It's just a matter of finding the right classrooms.

Willing his heart to stay where it belongs (that's in his chest and not leaping out of his palate the way it's been threatening), hesitant footsteps carry him away from the large directory panel he'd been staring at and toward where he might find one of those very places. He only gets halfway up the stairs before pausing again, lifting up the wrinkled sheet in his hands and staring down at all the names, course numbers, and corresponding rooms. It's starting to all blur together, making his head spin. Hope squeezes his eyes shut with a frustrated sigh, then practically leaps up the rest of the stairs leading to the elevator.

It's entirely hit-or-miss for him, but he'll be hitting up the Farron, Villiers and Katzroy courses first thing - and in that order. Other cadets might see him weaving his way through random little crowds of fellow students, probably getting smacked into due to his tiny (therefore near-invisible) height and knocked around a few times; or he'll be nervously waiting outside one of the classrooms, attempting to find a way to peer inside. He can't summon up the courage to just barge on in there, as much as he'd like to.]

bbs/action; Bug going around?

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[ -BBS- ]

Does anyone have any suggestions for a cold? It seems the sea air and I don't exactly see eye to eye.

There is far too much water around for my liking.



[ -Action- ]

[ Meanwhile, she's in the cafeteria with a shawl around her shoulder and a box of tissues. Her majesty is definitely not as glamorous as she usually carries herself as. One textbook is in hand and she's gone and flipped through it almost carelessly as she settles herself in one table.

But the sniffling. And the puffy eyes.

And the occasional uncontrollable gout of flame after a single sneeze.

Yeah. Not safe. ]